There are some mornings where A Perfect Circle makes me a misty-eyed cowboy.
This weekend I went to see my mother. No talk about death aside talk from how they clearcut the area where she wanted her ashes scattered. That got to me.
Sometimes this feeling arises that something called justice should exist.
I drown my boots in the mud on the shore of a lake where I spent a childhood in the sunshine.
This weekend I went to see my mother. No talk about death aside talk from how they clearcut the area where she wanted her ashes scattered. That got to me.
Sometimes this feeling arises that something called justice should exist.
I drown my boots in the mud on the shore of a lake where I spent a childhood in the sunshine.
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widowx:
perhaps a horrible time ... but consider marrying me ... ?
widowx:
of course, yes in ireland.............